This post got triggered by the author of one of the websites I’m following who purposely broke up an ordinary text in pieces and presented it as a poem while illustrating this with a couple of pictures of some stupid gadgets in beautiful frames that were labeled as art. It was intended as a hoax, so no bad blood there.
Let’s start by admitting that all fiction has a little bit of a hoax into it; all of it a ruse, a trick, a mirage, a lie, a swindle, a fabrication, a forgery. It’s an art who lies in the hope of revealing some truths. So what sets the literary hoax separate from the rest of fiction?
The oldest hoaxes are those who falsely attribute a certain text to an imaginative or real deceased author. What grates me is that some of them are pulled off by scholars, thus polluting…